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·· If you're tryin' to turn me into someone else -- it's easy to see i'm not down with that -- im not nobody's fool ·· ..The hands of time seemed to stop; leaving turbulence and pandemonium in its wake. Though through the smoke, the intrepid debouched -- becoming a more tangible entity, and making way of distortion and corruption upon these placid shores. She was the estranged youth, mislead and misguided -- despite all of Slade's efforts, there was no telling when and where she would go off. This time though, company was valued, in the presence of another spontaneous punk like herself, an invariable attraction through the pysical and emotional laws. Constituting everything she stood for and against. What the hell was she doing? The petite frame secures her board in a hole within the sand, expertly designed to hold her own...for this was a popular allocation...an escape. Bodice shifts, taking notice she still wore the black silk tie, slung loosely around her supple nape. Embellished in a pale lumination of the lunar phase above, the f'morra leads an envoy into the saline tides, submerging fully clothed, never bothering to shed garments except for her beloved sneakers.. C'mon in boi! The water's gr8! ·· If you wanna bring me down -- go ahead and try ·· |